1. 01 - Butterbeer and Malfoy

TABANCA

CHAPTER ONE

BUTTERBEER AND MALFOY

BY: J

DISCLAIMER – This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

CHAPTER SUMMARY – In which Ginny gets smashed.

Author’s note – Tabanca is a Trinidadian word for unrequited love. It is how this story is generally supposed to go.

Ginny stared moodily into the fire. She took a sip of the butterbeer and made a face at the bitter taste. It was definitely tampered with no matter what Ron and Harry said. She smiled wryly as she thought of their attempts to cheer her out of her foul mood. A guy’s answer to everything is either getting smashed or sex, she thought miserably.

Well, bottoms up.

Holding her drink above her head, Ginny stood up and wavered on her feet for a moment before catching her balance. Raising her bottle to the empty kitchen she stared at the wall in defiance.

“I’d like to proclaim that I am the biggest idiot in the wizarding world for falling for an even bigger idiot.”

With a quick gulp, Ginny swallowed the rest of the butterbeer down and grimaced as it burnt its way down her throat. Staring into the cup, she wondered what exactly those two had done to it.

“Should have figured it would be a Weasley talking to themselves.”

Ginny looked up into a pair of amused gray eyes accentuated by a sneer. Looking down his body, she scowled at his impeccable dress and fumbled for a new bottle of butterbeer. Triumphantly she grasped the bottle before turning back to the bastard behind her.

“Shod off, Maf-loy.”

Crying out in frustration as she tried to open the bottle, she didn’t notice Malfoy sit beside her.

“Need some help?”

In defeat Ginny handed him the bottle, not daring to look at him as she did so. Even in her drunken state, she knew she must look a mess. Her face was tear-stained and red from drinking into the night. A right blotchy mess I am, she thought, self-consciously rubbing her cheeks of the tears.

Malfoy handed her the open bottle and decided to hold on to the cork, fiddling with it in his hands. “So why is the littlest Weasley getting drunk by herself?”

Ginny took another swig before sprawling on the chair. Unfortunately it was mostly a result of her inability to properly move her body rather than being laidback. She attempted to lift her right arm, and watched in amusement as her left leg rose instead.

Ginny giggled and turned to Malfoy. “Look.” She repeated the process and stared back into Malfoy’s impassive face.

“Yes…you’re raising your leg…”

Ginny frowned. “Look!”

“Alright Weasley, that’s all very interesting…”

Sighing Ginny leaned back on her chair. Stupid pretty boy.

“Comfy, aren’t I?” came an even more amused voice next to her ear.

Ginny shot off the chair and tried to stand until her feet collapsed and she fell in a heap to the ground. She stared at her feet in disbelief. What was wrong with them?

“You’re drunk.”

Ginny glared at the Slytherin and crawled to the other chair before hauling herself into it. Nursing her drink, she tried to remember what was wrong.

“You okay Weasley?”

“Boy.”

Draco blinked at her.

“What?”

“Boy did this.”

“Do you mean a boy is the cause of your troubles?” Malfoy said slowly as if speaking to a child.

“Yes.” Ginny got off her chair and held onto it as she tried to stand. She walked towards Malfoy unsteadily, glaring at him.

“S’your fault, stupid boy…stupid, stupid…”

“Because I’m a boy?”

“Yes.”

Ginny spun around at Draco’s laugh and as a result of her inebriated state, promptly fell flat on her face. At this she began to sob into the cold stone, finally remembering what was wrong. She’d found out the boy she’d begun to like after finally getting over her crush on Harry Potter now liked someone else. She’d seen him looking at his own interest with that lovesick expression.

Ginny felt hands gently scoop her up and try to deposit her onto the couch. Instead of letting go, she clung to them, burying her face into Malfoy’s shirt with a sob before finally settling down.

Malfoy gave a suffering sigh and tried to pry her off his body.

“Are you quite done using me as a hankie Weasley?”

Ginny mumbled no into his shirt and wiped her eyes quite rudely into the collar.

“You smell nice.”

She looked up at Draco, whose mouth was tugging at the corners into a mutation of a strained smile and grimace. She plopped her head onto his shoulder and touched his face curiously. Ginny felt him tense at her touch and she hastily withdrew her hand.

“Sorry.”

“Get off, Weasley,” Malfoy said gruffly.

“No.”

“No?”

“No!” she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and buried her head into his stomach. The material was incredibly soft and Ginny rubbed her face on it, inhaling a musky scent…almost woodsy.She mumbled into his stomach and heard him groan in frustration as he unsuccessfully tried to unwrap her from around his body.

“What was that?”

“You love Harry Potter.”

Ginny pulled away from Draco and curled up in a ball at the other end of the sofa, resting her head on the cushy arm. She could feel Draco’s gaze on her, but she refused to look at him. It hurt her even to say it and she didn’t want to look into his face and see the pain he masked each day.

“How do you know that, Weasley?” he finally said after a few minutes of silence and her muffled cries.

“I see you.”

“Can anyone else?”

“No. Only me.”

“Why?”

Draco waited expectantly, his mind awhirl with thoughts and muddled emotions. How this little girl had found out his secret was beyond him. He’d been hiding it so carefully and Draco worried that he might have given himself away to others as well. He focused a glare on the insolent girl.

“Weasley?”

Draco stared into her tear-stained face. Her eyes were tightly shut and he could see the pain etched into her face. She wasn’t asleep but she certainly was blatantly ignoring him. Shaking her shoulder Draco asked again, “How come you know?”

“Sleepy. Go away.” She pulled away from his grasp and turned into the sofa. Draco could plainly hear her soft cries. He idly wondered who’d hurt her this badly that she was drinking alone. Sighing, he decided she wouldn’t be able to answer his questions anyway considering she was speaking in short phrases like a child.

Draco sat on the other sofa and gazed at the small redhead as she tried to muffle her sobs. Finally they ceased and Draco rubbed his eyes wearily wondering why on earth he was still here. His infatuation with Potter only went so far as to frustrating sex dreams and cold morning showers. But he hadn’t thought anyone guessed his secret. It bothered him how easily this chit had him under her thumb.

Glancing at the clock, Draco decided to go back to bed. He’d come down for a snack only to find the Weaslette. His curiosity had gotten the better of him and his obsession with Potter…any detail of the boy’s life interested him. It was all very pitiful really. Sighing, Draco took off his robe and draped it over the sleeping girl. Without looking back he made his way back to the Slytherin dormitories, mentally exhausted from his half-conversation with Weasley.

Ginny groaned as she awoke on Saturday to an earsplitting headache. She held her head as she got up, causing garment that rested on her to fall to the floor. She stared at it blearily through her fingers. It was black with green tassels. With a yelp Ginny recognized the robe as Slytherin and to her utter dismay the night’s events came flooding back with painful clarity.

You’d think that getting drunk off your arse would get rid of the memory…somebody definitely hates me up there. Ginny gingerly picked up the robe, fingering its expensive feel. It smelt like him. Folding it neatly she placed it on the sofa beside her, wondering at the small act of kindness.

“Good, you’re awake.”

Ginny cringed at the cold drawl that came from behind her and found herself shrinking away.

“Now,” Draco began as he made his way to the sofa, “you are going to tell me what you want in order for you to keep your silence.”

Ginny gazed at Draco as he sat in the sofa. His eyes had dark shadows beneath them even though his hair was immaculately combed and his clothes clean and pressed. Ginny fingered her own tatty robes and looked away from his probing gaze stubbornly.

“I don’t want anything.”

She heard him sigh and bristled in annoyance as he did so.

“Come now Weasley, you must want something. Money? Sex?” he paused, and suggested, “Booze?”

Ginny grimaced, ignoring the smirk on Malfoy’s face. She was touching alcohol again. The excruciating pain she was experiencing at the moment protested any thought of alcohol. Rubbing her unhappy stomach she shifted uncomfortably under Malfoy’s gaze. Gods she desperately needed a hangover potion.

“A hangover potion.”

“Is that it?”

Ginny nodded and Draco looked confused at her easy bargain for silence. His surprise was quickly concealed as he withdrew a vial from his pocket staring at her thoughtfully.

“Well, I was going to give it to you anyway, but here you are.”

Catching the potion with an average Seeker ease, Ginny drank the potion quickly and sighed as she fell back onto the chair. She could feel it working already. The numbing element made its way to her head, relaxing her frazzled nerves. As her mind grew clearer she began to take in the previous events in a clearer light.

“You are rather amusing when drunk.”

Ginny glared halfheartedly at Draco and quickly looked away as he watched her carefully. Swallowing the lump in her throat she could feel tears pricking at her eyes. A part of her had wanted Draco to deny his feelings for Harry but it was quite obvious they were very real.

“So how do you know?”

“Just the way you look at him.” Ginny gave him time to ponder this then added, “I just notice these things; you weren’t obvious.”

She could see the relief flood his face.

He gave her a calculating look. “Why do you watch me?”

Ginny shrugged, carefully avoiding his gaze. She’d never tell him now as it was obvious she really had no chance.

“I watch everyone.”

“You’re lying.”

Ginny met his gaze and smiled for the first time.

“Perhaps.”

Completed 05/06/03

2. 02 - The Offer

TABANCA

CHAPTER TWO

THE OFFER

BY: J

CHAPTER SUMMARY – In which Harry surprises us all, Draco bitches, and Ginny makes an offer.

Harry Potter was terribly hot and bothered. Why was he hot and bothered you ask?

Harry is much too ashamed to explain.

Leaning against his headboard, he listened to the moans coming from the Head Girl’s room with an attentiveness that came with the habit. Gasping, he stroked himself harder and faster as the moans came quicker. Being a Head Boy allowed him to have a room all to himself.

It also allowed him to get off on hearing the pretty brunette Head Girl climax every night.

Harry groaned as he climaxed and slumped against his pillows as his cum ran over his fingers. Cleaning himself up quickly and Harry tried to slow his breathing as he lay on his bed. He listened carefully for Hermione’s footsteps to come down the stairs before venturing to his door.

Harry had put a silencing charm on his room when he first found out about Hermione’s…er…nightly explorations of her body. He’d wondered why she hadn’t thought of it herself, but was relieved every night when he was still able to hear her throaty moans through the walls.

The sad fact was he knew her schedule now. He knew what she did right after her sweet climax. She would go downstairs, flushed and glowing, and would open a book to read after making herself a cup of steaming hot chocolate.

Harry leaned against his door and rested his head against the wood. He wondered what she looked like each time she climaxed. His mind quickly supplied glistening skin, wet red lips and a soundtrack of Hermione’s moans. Gods, he could feel himself hardening again. Harry groaned in frustration.

“Harry? Are you alright?”

Harry straightened up and stared in horror at the door; it was slightly ajar. Fumbling with his robes he tried to conceal his obvious arousal. He panicked, wondering if Hermione had heard him before. Tying his robe quickly, Harry leapt onto his bed just as Hermione knocked lightly. She opened the door hesitantly before entering.

She looked worried and gods, sated. Harry took in her appearance greedily. She was flushed as he imagined she would be and had that satisfied smile on her face that she probably didn’t even know was there. However, her brow was now creased with worry and Harry felt slightly guilty that she thought he was in pain when he was actually thinking about fucking her into his mattress.

Harry cleared his throat at her questioning eyebrow, “I’m fine, just…it’s rather hot in here, isn’t it?”

Fanning himself, he looked away from her amused gaze and jumped nervously when he felt a cool hand against his forehead.

“You look flushed,” Hermione said, caressing his forehead lightly.

Harry felt his cock twitch at the soft touch. Gods she had more of an affect on him than those girls in Play Wizard…Hermione and those girls in Play Wizard. Harry’s mind quickly overloaded with the imagery.

He noisily cleared his throat again and got off the bed quickly. Moving to his desk he poured himself a glass of water. Taking a big gulp, he glanced at Hermione out of the corner of his eye. She was looking at him knowingly and Harry’s pulse quickened.

Did she know?

“Come here, Harry.”

Panic flooded his stomach and rose up his throat in a rush. Harry put down the glass of water hastily and shuffled through the papers on his desk. “No that’s alright. I’ve got a lot of things on my mind - homework to do. You know how it is.”

Harry froze as her hand slid into his robes and caressed the front of his trousers. He involuntarily moaned at the contact and the hand quickly slid into his pants, stroking him evenly as his breaths became ragged.

“Hermione,” he moaned, gripping his desk chair.

“I knew you were listening to me,” she said, kissing him lightly on the back of the neck before quickening her hand movements on his cock. Her breath on his neck made him shiver. “It’s why I never put a silencing charm on.”

Harry turned and stared with bewilderment at the girl before him. Her gaze was filled with a mixture of desire and love. Oh bloody hell, she was the same girl that nagged him daily to study for the NEWTS since they were ‘only’ six months away.

Swallowing, he allowed himself to be tugged to the bed and let the girl take control of the events to come.

Draco walked swiftly through the halls growling at anyone who came into his way. He brushed by Neville and felt slightly better as the smaller boy tumbled to the floor, his books and quills scattering. Draco kept walking through the path cleared by students who stared at him fearfully. Still it didn’t quell the anger.

Flinging open the old History classroom door he shut it hard. The loud bang that echoed through the room cooled his temper somewhat and Draco moved to open and slam it again.

“Oh give it a rest Malfoy,”

Draco spun around and glared at the redhead venomously.

“Get out!” He barked.

He strode to the window seat and sat down his back turned to her. Leaning against the cool stone Draco tried to gain control of his flying emotions. Fucking Potter and the Mudblood were together.

Draco growled angrily and punched the pillow in disgust. It was so obvious they’d had sex when they came into the Great Hall for lunch that day. Fingers intertwined and faces glowing…it was fucking repulsive.

Draco slid to the ground and buried his head into his hands. He massaged his temples and tried to ignore the jealously that was curdling in his stomach. He’d wanted to be Harry’s first.

He had wanted Harry period.

He’d always thought that it might work despite the little voice that continuously tried to get him to face reality. Now the Mudblood had taken all that away and he was left with nothing. That’s not true, snickered his conscience, you have nothing and pent up sexual frustration. Draco swore and slumped against the stone.

He hated the empty feeling that he felt. Oh he had sneered along with the other Slytherins at the perfect couple and made snide remarks about the Mudblood’s attributes, but it did not ease the hurt and jealousy he felt. He rubbed his chest idly. An annoying ache that refused to go away and it hurt like a bitch.

Like a blow to the gut.

Draco ran his hand through his hair and looked up into large brown eyes. He leapt back and ended up banging his head into the stone wall behind him.

“Bloody hell Weasel, couldn’t you just be a good girl and leave?” he said rubbing his head.

To his extreme annoyance, she sat down beside him and stared at her hands. Such small hands dusted with small freckles and ended with clean, carefully cut nails. Draco groaned as he realised he was observing her hands while his whole life collapsed around him.

“I don’t want your pity,” he muttered.

Draco stared menacingly at her and she looked up, meeting his gaze unblinkingly. Mildly annoyed when she didn’t immediately cower in fear, Draco took to sneering at her patched robes. Faded black with frayed ends, he reckoned they were probably an older brother’s tie and robes.

“Did I offer pity?”

Draco leaned against the stone in defeat and scrubbed a hand over his face.

“What do you want then, can’t you just leave?”

Draco flinched at the tentative touch on his hand and he pulled it away staring at the Weasel who looked incredibly embarrassed by her actions.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, “I was just trying to help.”

Sighing, Draco closed his eyes. “Why are you here anyway?”

“Colin Creevy was making fun of me as usual and I didn’t feel like getting into an argument today,” she said honestly.

Draco choked down a laugh. Why on earth Weasley thought he’d want to know that was beyond him. As if the details of her life interested him. Of course Draco’s ego conveniently ignored that he’d asked her to explain.

“I see.”

They sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. It was a moment later that Draco stretched his legs and got up. He looked down at her and stood awkwardly for a second. Shaking his head he turned away.

“Well see you around Weasley.”

Draco walked briskly away, kicking himself for bothering to be courteous to her.

“Wait!”

Draco turned and stumbled backward at the petite body that slammed against him. Her kisses were clumsy and her hands were taking far too many liberties. Yet Draco stood dumbfounded as Weasley kissed him hard on the mouth, her hands running through his hair. He felt her sigh into his mouth and the attack quieted as she slid to the ground. He gently pushed her away and stared at her like she was a lunatic.

“You do realise--”

“I know.”

“So why--”

“I don’t know!”

She sighed and wrapped her arms around her body and Draco stared in perplex at the tears that rained down her face.

“I thought maybe it would work.”

“Work? What? I’m gay and--”

“I know that Draco!” she yelled, her face flushed as she turned away.

Draco shifted uncomfortably, he hated when women cried. He couldn’t really do anything about it, and this was the second time she cried in his presence. Gods, didn’t she do anything else?

“They why would you--”

Draco clamped his hand over her mouth, “I hate it when people interrupt me,” he said.

“So,” he said carefully, “why would you kiss me if you knew I was gay, why would you kiss me at all? I’m a Malfoy!”

“Mmfmmmfmmm,”

Removing his hand Draco wiped it on her shirt in disgust.

“I think I’m in love with you,” she blurted out.

Draco stared at her in bewilderment before breaking into laughter. Weasley stared at him indignantly as he laughed at her expense. In love with…Merlin, how ridiculous.

“Y-you do realise,” he sputtered between laughs, “that you do not know me at all!”

The weasel turned red and looked away from his amused gaze. He took in her appearance carelessly: dishevelled, face smudged with ink and tears, rags that hung limp off her scrawny body. He snorted at the thought of him being straight and interested in her.

“I know I’m not much to look at,” she said sharply as she felt his scrutiny.

Draco felt guilty for making her feel worse but it was true, she really wasn’t anything extraordinary; just a petite, ordinary redhead. And her hair was entirely it was too reminiscent of her elder brothers.

“You know,” she said uneasily, “it doesn’t matter that you’re gay.”

Draco struggled to fight off the laugh that was begging to be let out.

“Oh it doesn’t now?” he asked, amusement clearly in his voice. “And how, pray tell, would that be true?”

The girl was turning an even deeper shade of red but her gaze never wavered off of his.

“I can show you if you like.”

“You’re playing with fire Weasley,” he said, dark amusement dancing behind his eyes.

Ginny didn’t answer but looked at him knowingly. Draco pondered the strange proposal. He knew there was no way he was anything but gay and, to be frank, he doubted this little girl could change his mind. However, his curiosity got the better of him and Draco was intrigued.

“Well, let’s see then.”

Completed 05/09/03

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3. 03 - Playing With Fire

TABANCA

CHAPTER THREE

PLAYING WITH FIRE

BY: J

CHAPTER SUMMARY – In which sex isn’t just sex.

Ginny fussed with hair as she hummed to the World Wizarding Network. The anxiety that was gnawing at her stomach needed a distraction so she found herself preparing to meet Draco half an hour earlier. Looking at her reflection critically Ginny frowned at her lank hair.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake,” Ginny muttered as she tied her hair up in a bun and threw on her cloak. It wasn’t like Draco was attracted to her anyway. She smiled to herself. She hadn’t really thought he would agree. Now that he had…Ginny wasn’t entirely sure what she was planning on doing. It wasn’t as if didn’t have any experience with the boys; she just didn’t have experience with gay ones. Sighing, she grabbed her cloak and snuck out the portrait quickly

Ginny tried to slow her pace as she walked towards the Slytherin dormitories. She didn’t want to appear too eager by arriving early. Brushing her hand nervously through the strands that framed her face she wondered what Draco was feeling.

Probably amused and smirking, the smarmy git. Ginny sighed again and looked up at the ominous painting of a terribly sad man whose head rested upon his knees. At her arrival, his hands carefully picked up his head and began to speak miserably.

“Hark my words carefully little one, for only woe and pain lie behind this--”

“Oh stuff it Lentil!”

Ginny smothered a laugh that threatened to erupt at the forlorn man’s face as Draco flung the portrait open. She smiled at Draco tentatively before entering the room, trying not to feel uneasy at Lentil’s next words.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you little girl,” he muttered as he swung shut.

“Just ignore him,” Draco said lazily as he sprawled on his bed.

Ginny only nodded slightly as she looked around his room. The other Slytherin Prefects’ beds were vacant but the Slytherin green and silver was dominant in all of their living areas. She let her gaze linger on Draco’s dresser, hungry for pieces of information about his life.

Narcissa Malfoy looked at her regally before sniffing and disappearing behind the frame. Ginny reddened, hoping she didn’t look all that bad. Her eyes wandered over the things that were scattered on the table. Smirking at the Play Witch that lay blatantly wide open, Ginny wondered what Draco’s dorm-mates thought about his sexuality.

Ginny glanced up at Draco to see him watching her with that gaze that made her knees weak. He probably didn’t even realise he was doing it, but it was the gaze that kept her up at night as she touched herself, wishing it were him.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

Ginny swallowed thickly, desperately wishing she had thought this through better. Dropping her cloak and robes onto his chair, she moved toward the bed carefully.

As she made her way to the bed, Ginny looked Draco in the eye as she sat near him. Never breaking his gaze, she began to unbutton her shirt carefully with her right hand. His eyes travelled down to her fingers and Ginny’s heart fluttered in hope.

To her disappointment he merely reached a long fingered hand and swept the buttons open before reclining on his pillows yawning.

“That all you got Weasley?”

Ginny sat open mouthed with her shirt undone, carefully chosen green bra shown and her dignity shattered. Avoiding Draco’s gaze, she shrugged off her shirt and straddled his narrow hips running her hands over his face.

It was funny how long she’d yearned to do this. He let her touch him, his gaze never leaving her face as she stroked his cheeks, jaw line and eye lids. Ginny’s breath hitched as she ran her fingers lightly over his lips.

Gaining courage, Ginny leant down and brushed her lips against his. It was a chaste kiss but she drew back looking at Draco with hooded eyes. Desire thrummed in her belly but Draco lay motionless during her ministrations.

The silence was unbearable for Ginny as she moved down from his face to his neck. It was always eating at her, reminding her of their useless relationship, the silence. In the eerie quiet, Ginny began to unbutton Draco’s shirt and ran her hands over his chest smoothing back the shirt to reveal his lightly toned chest.

His skin’s so pale.

Ginny laid her head against his chest and listened to his heart as it beat steadily in comparison to her own racing heart. Draco looked down at her curiously and she smiled at him.

“So you do have a heart.”

She grinned at his groan and roll of eyes as he let his head fall back against the pillows.

“Come on Weasley, I haven’t got all night.”

Ginny frowned in concentration as she pulled his shirt off. “It doesn’t happen overnight Draco.” She looked up to meet his incredulous expression.

“My name sounds so strange when you say it,” was all he said.

Ginny wondered at the strange remark but decided to continue her work. Leaning down she placed open mouthed kisses across his chest before wetly licking his nipples and biting gently on it. Ginny felt his breaths quicken slightly and smiled in relief. So he wasn’t completely immune.

Blowing on the wet nipple she moved on to the next one, paying careful attention to each. She kissed her way down to his stomach and she met his navel in delight. Ginny had a fetish for bellybuttons and Draco’s no less. She blew into it and kissed it lightly before making a humming noise as she kissed around it.

“Amusing yourself?” Came the drawl, barely a foot away. Ginny grinned in response.

Moving back up his body she pressed her upper body down to his. For a moment she relished the feeling of his skin against hers before pulling him in for a kiss. His kiss was not at all what she expected. It was rather soft; curious more than eager; experienced but not all that interested.

Ginny ran her tongue over Draco’s teeth before playing with his own tongue. Ginny pulled his face closer to hers, straddling his abdomen. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth before moving to the top. She felt his arms slide up her legs to rest on her waist.

With her eyes closed Ginny pulled away from Draco’s mouth and ran her nose over his. Running down one side and up the next, she then rested her forehead against his before kissing his nose gently. Draco seemed surprised at her peculiar gestures but did not question it.

Sliding down his body, Ginny pulled his trousers off and then his boxers. She glanced up at Draco’s impassive face. He certainly wasn’t kidding when he’d told her he was gay. Staring doubtfully at the terribly un-aroused Draco Malfoy, she began to feel anxiety gnaw at her stomach again. Ginny steeled her resolve. Malfoy was going to get an erection whether he liked it or not, screw the complications.

Running her hand through the white blond curls, Ginny began to stroke Draco carefully. She felt him begin to harden. Ginny looked up at him quickly to meet an impassive gaze. Ginny gazed into the silvery eyes for a moment as she ran her hand quickly up and down his shaft. He was becoming harder under her ministrations and Ginny couldn’t help feel a small sense of satisfaction. He thought she couldn’t do it.

Ginny lowered her head sucked at the skin between his hip and thigh. Her mouth moved to his cock as she licked up the underside of him experimentally. Ginny teased the slit at the head with her tongue before enveloping it with her mouth. Draco moaned as she sucked at the swollen head of his cock, hardening even more. Stroking him evenly she gave him a triumphant smirk from her place between his legs.

Ignoring the glare she received as she stopped her stroking, Ginny took off her skirt and knickers easily. This had to be the oddest sex she’d ever have, but Ginny couldn’t honestly say she didn’t enjoy the chance. Even if it seemed that they were both indifferent to the whole event.

Ginny hadn’t expected Draco to pleasure her but he needn’t have to as she was wet and ready as it was. She ran her clit over the head of his cock and her breath grew ragged at the feeling. He was so close and yet so far, she thought wryly, and in the end it was only sex. Unable to hold back, she slid onto his cock slowly, gasping as he filled her.

To her surprise, Draco gathered her to him and turned the both of them over while thrusting in out of her quickly. She hadn’t expected him to take much part besides allowing her to experiment with him. Ginny gazed up at him her body twisting beneath him as she stared into his eyes hazily. The grey turned to slate as he pushed into her with a control that almost seemed emotionless.

Ginny broke the eye contact as she began to move in earnest, her cries becoming louder. Panting into her ear, Draco circled his hips quickly before stabbing deeply into her. Ginny dug her fingers into his shoulders and gasped his name as she came. She shuddered with each wave and watched in a daze as Draco climaxed, his face screwed with concentration as he moaned the name over and over.

“Harry, fuck, Harry!”

They hadn’t said anything when Draco pulled out of her, only their gasps interrupting the silence. Only as he dozed off did he mutter she could stay. Ginny scrubbed at her tears in annoyance, that insistent ache spreading through her chest. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes as her breath hitched.

She couldn’t do this and she didn’t think anyone in their right mind would.

Completed 05/10/03

4. 04 - Intercepted

TABANCA

CHAPTER FOUR

INTERCEPTED

BY: J

DISCLAIMER – This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

CHAPTER SUMMARY – In which the morning after occurs; Harry and Ron meet the unlikely pair; Draco messes up; and Ginny sets him straight.

A/N: grins sheepishly Yeah I pretty much forgot about this fic, well, more like had no inspiration but I have finished a chapter (yay me!) and most of the fic actually since it’s Christmas ^^ and I have plenty of free time. Thanks to all the recent reviews, you guys got my butt into gear.

Draco watched as the girl mumbled and turned onto her side, entangled herself in his sheets. She was the first girl he’d had sex with. Draco’s eyes trailed to the rise and fall of her chest and quelled the urge to run. First pair of breasts he’d ever seen too. He wondered how long she’d keep this ridiculous infatuation for. Running his hand tentatively over the curve of her breast, Draco marvelled at how delicate she seemed. No one could stay in a relationship where it was one sided. Humans craved love. His hand stilled.

I crave love.

Picking up his wand, Draco let his eyes skim her body before resting on a strategic location. It was terribly uncomfortable and tricky business. With a smirk and careful precision he poked her soundly.

“Malfoy!” Draco couldn’t help the satisfied smile as her disoriented gaze rested on him.

With a uncontrolled curiosity, he stared as a crimson blush stained her cheeks before travelling down to her chest.

Crossing her arms across her chest, Ginny shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze. “W-what time is it?”

“Six o’clock,” he said smoothly, rising to his feet. “I figured you’d like to be back in your dormitory before you’re found missing.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, not moving from her place.

“Well hurry up, I don’t need a bunch of Gryffindors telling the professors that you’re gone.” Ginny’s eyes widened, and she fumbled for her clothes.

“Over there,” Draco sighed, pointing to the chair he’d laid her clothes neatly out of pure boredom while waiting for her to wake up.

“Can I shower?”

Draco stared at her silently, making the simple question seem out of order. He acceded only when her gaze flickered away. “The boys bathroom is just outside the door.”

Ginny nodded and peered at him enquiringly as he stood relaxed with his hands in his pockets. She looked away quickly, her brow creased with confusion.

“Is it easier to pretend Malfoy?”

He looked startled. “How’d we move from a shower to—”

“It was that awful.”

Draco sighed before answering, “No, but it can’t happen again.”

Ginny felt ready to protest but really, what say did she have. It only made her look pathetic, holding onto something that wasn’t even there. Draco did not feel the same way as she did and not only that, he was queer.

“If you weren’t gay—”

“But I am.”

“But if you weren’t would you be able to like me.”

“I don’t even know you Weasley.”

“I mean would you be able to try Draco.”

He stared at her. “You are the oddest person I have ever met.”

“Thanks,” she said wryly.

He smirked. “Is this another proposal? Cause you know, even after last night, I’m still very much gay.”

“Yeah well…last night didn’t turn out exactly how I’d planned.”

“Shower’s over there,” said Draco a little wearily. “Just don’t take too long.”

Ginny stared at him with a mix of confusion and hurt before casting her eyes down. Maybe he was right – maybe she didn’t know him. Picking up her clothes and walking towards the bathroom she missed his measuring gaze. Draco Malfoy was effectively confused by her insistence to love him. It was ironic that that redhead was now just as effectively…doubtful about loving him.

Padding into the bathroom Ginny turned the shower on and stepped in. As she soaped she thought back to the night before. It hadn’t turned out the way she had expected. The sex was incredible, but the circumstances stank. Sighing Ginny fumbled with the hair cleansing potion before lathering her hair. Draco had been nothing more and nothing less than she had expected but the disappointment still hung heavily over her.

She leaned her forehead onto the cool tile and let the water run over her. Ginny wondered what this must be like for Draco. Was he even concerned that he just had sex with her? Smiling bitterly at the thought, Ginny turned the shower off before grabbing a towel from the hook. Draco didn’t give a damn about relationships; to him it was just sex. His emotions were screwed worse than hers.

Ginny changed quickly and towelled her hair. She avoided looking at herself in the mirror. It was inevitable that her own expression would betray her doubt in this so called plan. She sighed and pulled the towel from her hair. Throwing it in the laundry basket she found herself inexplicably resolute.

“Draco Malfoy will love me even if it takes me the rest of this year.”

She scowled.

It figured she’d go all the way out to find the most challenging bloke to fall in love with.

“Draco?”

Draco looked up from the fire questioningly. He’d figured she’d be gone after the shower. His feelings about the whole thing had been made pretty clear to her. He watched as she bit her lip nervously before looking away. It didn’t help that he didn’t know his own feelings himself.

“I’m going down to breakfast.”

“Already?”

“Well no one’s there. I figured you might want to eat as well.”

Draco couldn’t help grin as she visibly winced at her blatant invitation to him to eat with her. He took a minute to think about it even though he knew courtesy asked him to reply at once. Even though it was Weasley, strange girl as she was, it wouldn’t be so bad would it? To have someone else to talk to rather than his cronies?

“Alright,” said Draco finally.

She stared. “Seriously?”

Draco wrinkled his brow. “Do you expect me to lie or something then take it back?”

She grinned. “It would be characteristic of a Malfoy.”

“Yeah, I suppose it would be.”

“Come on, I could eat a hippogryff.”

Draco gave her a disgusted look as they went down the stairs. Ginny caught it and laughed.

“Got mauled by one didn’t you?” She snickered. “Heard you cried like a baby.”

“I did not! Besides, that bloody animal needed to be put down anyway. Stupid thing somehow got away.” Draco slid his hands into his pockets and ignored her horrified look.

“You’re awful, they’re beautiful animals.”

Draco stared at her strangely. “You do know what a hippogryff is right?”

“Gentle creatures once you treat them right.”

“Didn’t know you were an animal lover,” Draco muttered.

“I’m glad it got away. Serves you right especially after hearing all those awful things you did to Ron and Harry.”

“And you say you love me.”

Ginny smiled and Draco was strangely disappointed when she didn’t affirm it as he thought she would. It was kind of nice having Harry Potter’s number one fan turn her affections on him. He smirked. Potter would hate that. And Weasley! Draco couldn’t help the sly grin.

“Thinking evil thoughts are you.”

“Shut up and keep walking. Didn’t say I’d enjoy your company while we ate.”

“We aren’t eating at the moment.” She grinned cheekily.

Draco shook his head, suppressing a smile. “To think I used to make you cry. All this wit and retort.”

She paused at that. “Yes you were a prick.”

He sputtered. “I never said I was a prick!”

“So making younger girls cry makes you a…”

He sighed. “A bit of a prick then.”

“VIRGINIA WEASLEY!”

Ginny winced while Draco looked amused. She gave him a half-hearted glare. “Malfoy radar.”

“What’re you doing with my sister Malfoy!”

“Weasley. Potter.”

Ginny glared as Draco’s eyes lingered a bit longer on Harry.

“Answer my question Malfoy!”

“Going to breakfast Ron. Want to join us?”

Ron’s face purpled. “Malfoy! Get away from my bloody sister, NOW!”

“I would, but you see, your sister is in love with me and insisted I join her for breakfast.”

Ginny choked and averted her gaze from Ron’s dumbstruck one. Draco smirked at her, calm as ever.

“You conniving Death Eater! Gods, you try to corrupt her once and then you try again!”

Draco looked terribly interested in that comment. “Corrupt her once?”

“Ron!” Ginny blanched. Draco couldn’t know. No one could know.

“What are you playing at Malfoy?”

Draco turned to Harry’s quiet voice and his face was covered carefully by a mask of indifference.

“She’s convenient.”

The three Gryffindors fell silent and Harry cast a worried glance at Ginny who’d gone pale. His demeanour became angry when he noticed the pained look on her face. Did something really happen between them? Harry glanced back at Malfoy who was looking triumphant. His face hardened.

“You’re so bloody pathetic Malfoy.”

Draco turned to Ron unbelievingly. “Pathetic? Pathetic is a bloke who pines after a Mudblood that his best friend has already thoroughly fucked.”

He glanced at Ginny. “Pathetic is a girl who—”

“Shut up!”

Ginny and Harry looked startled as they both shouted. But it was Harry whose face was contorted with fury and it was Harry who shoved Draco roughly into the stone wall. Draco’s head hit the stone with a sickening thud.

Ginny closed her eyes as Draco grinned at her from the wall. It was his fantasy after all, that Harry Potter pin him against the wall. Draco turned his gaze back to the fuming boy whose eyes had become a startling green against his flushed face. Draco was quite comfortable having Harry press his forearm against his neck as he leant forward threateningly.

“Never call Hermione a Mudblood!” Harry hissed.

Draco’s fantasies of an incensed Potter were rapidly disintegrating as the boy’s forearm pressed painfully against his windpipe. He looked at Ginny who’d begun to walk away and he stared at the slight slump to her shoulders.

“Don’t look at her!”

Draco turned back to Harry only to swing sideways as Harry suddenly pulled back his fist and cuffed him in the jaw. Draco fell to the floor and gasped for breath trying to ignore the searing pain in his jaw.

“Ron’s my best friend. A bloody good one too! If anyone was pathetic it’d be you Malfoy. Using his little sister and playing with her feelings.”

Draco sneered. “She seemed to like it a lot.”

Ron flew at him only to be held back by Harry.

“You’re a prefect Ron. You can’t.”

“Harry, you think I bloody care at this moment!”

“You’re the Head Boy Potter.” Draco rose from the ground wiping the blood from his mouth. “Think that was an intelligent move?”

“It was worth it.”

“Harry! Let me go!”

“No. Come on mate, Ginny’s probably a lot worse off.”

Ron slumped and pushed away from Harry; both leaving Draco standing alone without a backward glance.

“Weasley.”

Ginny shaded her eyes and stared up at Draco angrily.

“Piss. Off.”

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Any delusions that he was looking for her because he cared for her were easily dashed by his frustrated tone. Like a bloody dog he couldn’t find.

Ginny stared at her book, bewildered as to why he was even here. “What do you want?”

Draco ignored her question as he sat across from her on the grass. Stretching his legs out in front of him he closed his eyes and let the sun shine onto his face.

“Breakfast was good today.”

Sighing, Ginny looked at him carefully. “Again. What do you want?”

“Just to talk.”

Not to apologize. He probably figured she was fine about the way he acted. The words in her book swam and she blinked away the tears hurriedly. Hurt or not she refused to let him know that she cared.

“If Ron or Harry see you with me…” Ginny trailed off at Draco’s smirk, and she looked down at her book again unseeingly. Snapping it shut she jumped to her feet.

“That’s what I thought,” she muttered.

Draco grabbed her hand and tugged her to the ground. Stumbling, Ginny fell into his lap only to be shoved rudely onto the grass. Draco glanced around furtively before relaxing again. Making sure no one saw him in close contact with a Weasley, Ginny thought bitterly.

“What’s the matter with you?” Draco looked at her calculatingly and Ginny scowled, picking up her book.

“Nothing. Are we done?”

She moved to stand again but Draco kept a grip on her thigh making her remain seated. “No. What’s the matter with you?”

“What do you think?” she growled. “Leave it alone Draco.”

He stared at her stubbornly, “If you leave I won’t get my dose of Harry Potter.”

Ginny glared at him disgust, not noticing how her hands were shaking. Draco released her, obviously thinking she was finally placated.

“You ran away after that entire fiasco.”

“Shut up, just shut up.”

“It wasn’t like I lied.”

“I mean that little then.”

He let out a bark of laughter. “Yes considering I barely know you.”

“So why are you here then!” She hissed.

Ginny was tempted to slap him. His pale upturned face with his eyes closed as if they were having a casual conversation. He dismissed everything with an indifference that seriously, pissed her off.

“If I said I was sorry I’d be lying.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to say sorry.”

“So why are you so mad then?”

Ginny felt her temper rising. His twisted logic was twisting up her thinking; making it seem as if she was in the wrong. The silver tongued prick.

“Figure it out prat. I like to believe that I have some self worth.”

He snorted. “Self worth? How does a girl who volunteers her body for sex have any self worth?”

“Not just sex.” She whispered.

“Weasley, I’m not judging you. Sex is a wonderful thing.”

“Stop. Stop making everything I say sound so dirty.”

Draco opened his eyes and turned to her. “So it isn’t just sex?”

“I never meant it in that way.”

“Why not though?” Draco sat up and faced her properly. “Your little experiment didn’t work.”

“It seemed just fine,” Ginny bit out, looking pointedly at his crotch.

He smirked, “All I needed was a little imagination.”

Reddening, Ginny’s knuckles whitened as her grip on the book tightened. Why’d she think she was in love with him? He was right, she didn’t know him and now that she was getting to know him, she found she was beginning to hate the bastard. Releasing her book of her death grip she pulled her knees up and glared at Draco.

Draco leaned back on his elbows and looked at her through half-lidded eyes. “I told you it was playing with fire.”

“Well lovely, you’ve proved your point,” Ginny spat, trying to ignore how her insides twisted at his words. “Loving you is obviously a waste of time.”

Draco smiled lazily. “Fine, you did turn me on, but that’s all it was about. Sex.”

Ginny swallowed thickly and stood again. “Indeed. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“So you’re admitting you were wrong?”

Ginny clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, slowing her breathing. “I guess so,” she whispered.

“Pity. I enjoyed myself last night.”

Ginny turned to look at him; she couldn’t believe she was this stupid, wallowing after yet another guy who failed to care. “I’m sure you did,” she said, hurt by his complete indifference. “After all, it was Harry you were imagining.”

Draco looked at her coolly, obviously thinking that that conversation had been closed. Ginny stared at him carefully, looking for any sign of emotion only to be sorely disappointed as she found nothing

“I myself have a proposal for you,” he said. “I say we continue this experiment.”

“I told you, I didn’t mean it in that way!”

“And I said why not. You need to make me love you by the end of the year after all.” Draco smirked at her as Ginny’s cheeks reddened with mortification.

“You heard that?”

“Weasley. The bathroom door isn’t that thick.”

“Wait! What were you doing outside the bathroom door!”

“To tell you to hurry up,” Draco said as if it were obvious.

She frowned.

“Don’t love me anymore then Weasley?” Draco’s tone was amused and Ginny glowered at the laughter that danced behind his eyes.

“What if I didn’t have a good time last night?”

Draco gave her a shrewd look. “Screaming my name seemed to imply otherwise.”

“And you then. How was it for you?”

Draco gave her a long look. “It was alright. If you wanted to have another go my door is open.”

Ginny glared at him, feeling her temper reach its threshold. How dare he try play with her like that?

“Another go Malfoy! I’m not your bloody trial with the heterosexuals,” she spat, “you know how I feel about you. I’m not going to sleep with you only to hear you moaning Harry’s name.” Ginny felt herself shaking with fury and humiliation, obviously Malfoy didn’t care about the complications of emotion. He looked wholly unconcerned about whose name he moaned during his climax.

“I’m gay Ginny. What did you expect? I had a romp with you because it’s just sex. I can make you out to be whoever I want while having the pleasures of sex.”

Draco’s features were impassive as he said this and Ginny had to take a deep breath to calm her temper and frustration.

“No.”

“You’ve decided already?”

“I can’t take the ups and downs of your whims and your disregard for anything that I feel.” Ginny said, cradling her head.

“You wouldn’t understand. Loving you hurts a bloody lot,” she whispered.

“Loving Harry wasn’t a dance in the park either Weasley.”

“He didn’t know you loved him.”

Draco groaned at her accusing tone. Why was he pushing this?

“I’ll be considerate.”

Ginny’s mouth dropped open.

“You really want to do this don’t you? You’re serious.”

Draco looked slightly uncomfortable. She needn’t make it sound so desperate.

“Alright,” she said finally. “But if you mess up. Harry discovers who wanks off to a picture of him in Quidditch gear.”

It was Draco’s turn for his mouth to drop open. “How do you know about that!”

Completed 06/13/03

A/N: Thanks to Nayanya for pointing out that I wrote Draco as Head Boy instead of Potter! *glomps*

5. 05 - Experimenting

TABANCA

CHAPTER FIVE

EXPERIMENTING

BY: J

CHAPTER SUMMARY – In which Draco’s masters heterosexual sex.

Ginny sighed as her brother paced in front of her irately ranting on about the dangers of fraternizing with a Malfoy. He was actually taking it a lot better than she expected. She’d imagined being locked up in the Gryffindor common room until the end of the school year.

“Ginny! Ginny are you listening!”

Ron sighed and stopped to stand in front of his sister, placing his hands squarely on her shoulders.

“I didn’t mind Neville and I surprisingly didn’t mind Michael Corner. But for Merlin’s sake Ginny!

“He apologised.” Ginny bit her lip at the lie. Draco had made it clear that he wasn’t sorry for the demeaning comment about her. Nevertheless she knew the mere thought of Draco apologising would catch her brother off guard.

“And you believed him!” Ron stared at her incredulously.

Ginny squirmed at that one. Funny how many things that Draco said she accepted. Even went so far to agree to continue shagging him. Gods she hoped that wouldn’t turn out to be a mistake.

Ron waved his hand in front of Ginny’s face in frustration before narrowing his eyes.

“You’re thinking about him aren’t you!”

Ginny reddened and crossed her arms indignantly. “It would do you good Ronald Weasley to stop interfering in my business and go find yourself your own love life!”

Ron’s hands fell from her shoulders to his sides. “That’s not fair Gin.”

She sighed before moving forward to pull her brother into a hug. “She loves him Ron. You’re a decent looking bloke.”

Ginny grinned as Ron snorted. She pulled back and wondered why she didn’t take her own bloody advice. Why she was being a hypocrite herself and running after a man who was in every way, impossible to love.

“I gave them my blessing a long time ago you know.”

“You still love her though.”

Ron smiled down at his sister, slightly surprised at her perceptiveness.

“Just wondering what could have been is all. I love Harry like my brother, and Hermione…it’ll just take time.”

Ginny smiled back feeling slightly guilty that she’d brought up bad feelings to take the heat off herself.

Ron’s features hardened a bit. “Don’t think you’re off the hook yet Ginny! I don’t want you around Malfoy anymore.”

“Why don’t you let me make my own decisions for a change,” she grumbled.

“What if he hurts you?”

“Ugh, Ron. We’re in Hogwarts. Dumbledore will make sure he doesn’t.”

“I didn’t mean it in the physical sense.”

Her gaze dropped to the floor. “I’ll just move on then, but it’s my decision to make.”

Draco hadn’t spoken to Ginny in a week and she’d begun to think that he’d forgotten about his proposal. In fact whenever she saw him he was rushing to another class, another place, barely sparing a quick glance. Hermione seemed to be coping a lot better than he was with the new workload Snape had dumped on them. As Ginny scooped up her books from the library table her gaze flickered over to Draco as he sat slouched, hand in his hair, reading as his hand worked furiously at parchment. He was unnaturally unkempt and Ginny caught sight of Hermione and Harry in a similar position, large tomes scattered around them.

She hesitated before leaving; it was moments like these she used to enjoy when she’d begun to take an interest in the Slytherin. Even though it was moments when he thought he was alone, she liked to observe him as he concentrated on his work with care. You could say she got to know him most by observation.

“Haven’t got anything better to do stalker?”

Ginny jumped and her eyes skittered around for the source of the voice before she realized it was Draco who spoke, even as he continued to write notes. She flushed and tried to come up with an excuse for her, well, truly stalker-like behaviour.

“It was just a moment Malfoy.”

He snorted and stopped writing for a moment as he rubbed his eyes. “More like ever since you took notice of me sitting here.”

She couldn’t help drink in his appearance, as untidy as it was. Couldn’t blame her for looking could he, with an ego as large as his anyway.

“I’ve got to go to class,” she said hesitantly.

“Alright, see you later Weasel.”

Ginny glared and turned her back smartly as she strode out of the library.

“Ginny! Merlin, my name’s Ginny! It can’t that difficult even for such an airheaded poof!” She muttered.

“Weasley.”

Ginny’s books fell to the floor as a hand abruptly caught her arm in a vice-like grip. Summoning her books with her wand, she caught them deftly before casting a dark look at the boy who continued tugging her insistently down the hall with out much of a glance.

“Come on, majority of Slytherin left already.”

Ginny stumbled as she tried to keep up with him. “What’s the bloody hurry! You don’t speak or look at me for a week and suddenly you’re in a rush to shag?”

Draco glanced at her sideways before slowing a bit. Gods how embarrassing, he must look like an eager pubescent fourteen year old. Though four years ago wasn’t too long a way…

“I was busy.”

“Doing what exactly.”

“None of your business.”

Ginny huffed before stopping in her tracks and wrenching her arm loose from his. “What’s the matter with you!”

“Nothing! Merlin, I just… Must you make this so uncomfortable!”

Draco grabbed her arm and resumed yanking her to the Slytherin dormitories.

He pushed into the rooms casting a look around before pulling her into the room with him. Ginny gave him a bewildered look as he moved towards her, running his hands over her face.

“Wait, wait!” Ginny gasped as Draco struggled with her skirt.

He let out an exasperated sigh. “What now?”

“Must it be so sudden?”

Draco made a frustrated noise and pressed his mouth to hers messily before slowing down to fully explore her mouth. They fell onto the bed, Draco quickly moving to cover her body. Gods she was maddening. No shagging in a week was beginning to be painful. Stupid Snape and his insistence on potion making; a week with Granger had worn his nerves thin and right now he didn’t want to talk or savour anything - he just wanted to shag. Girls were so bloody needy with sex.

He broke away from the kiss and barely noticed the dazed look on Ginny’s face as she raised her hand to her mouth. Pulling her skirt off, he made small work of her underwear and soon sheathed himself quickly into her. A small contented sigh escaped his lips as an indignant squeak escaped Ginny’s.

Draco rolled his hips experimentally and he thrust quickly into her. It wasn’t too much different from a bloke. Well it was smoother…easier; he even enjoyed how pliant Ginny was. Speaking of Ginny, Draco thought as he increased his speed, she was curiously quiet. Draco moaned as he felt the muscles in his stomach and thighs tightening with that familiar growing ache. He thrust unsteadily against Ginny’s hips as his release took him, beautiful waves of pleasure rolling over him as he was finally relieved of that sexual burden.

Draco slumped onto Ginny panting before pulling out of her. He kissed her cheek fondly, finally spent and finally happy only to notice how incredibly stiff the girl was below him. In fact the waves of irritation that rolled off of her did not seem to be a good sign and Draco was hesitant to get off of her and meet her wrath.

“Get off me you prick!”

He rose up onto his forehands and looked down at her. Ginny’s arms were folded as she stared angrily up at him.

“You. Jerk.”

Draco licked his lips worriedly. What the bloody hell did he do wrong? Ginny started pushing at him but he refused to budge from his place.

“What did I do!”

“Idiot! Thanks for the shag. It was boring, terribly uncomfortable not to mention painful, and the most horrible five minutes of my life!”

Draco blinked. Five minutes? That was five minutes? An uncharacteristic blush tinged his cheeks as he rolled off of her. He grabbed her arm as she began to get off the bed to pull on her skirt and underwear.

“Wait! How am I supposed to know what to do!”

“If that’s how long you can last I think this proposal is looking to be pretty unsatisfactory.”

Draco glared. “I can last longer than that wench! It’s just been a long week alright!”

She snorted and started to get off the bed again. “Should have gotten one of your blokes to help you out then.”

“I chose you at least didn’t I. Okay, let me try again.” Draco tugged her to the bed and rose to his knees. She looked up at him expectantly with a raised eyebrow. Draco scowled and took off his pants and shirt properly. Girls were really hard to please.

He began unbuttoning her shirt while she lay like a corpse. Lifting her tie over her head he frowned at her.

“Look I’m trying okay. Want to help me out here?”

She grinned as she pulled off her shirt before tossing it carelessly aside. “This should be amusing.”

“Your humour isn’t appreciated Weasley.”

“Well seeing that your abilities are lacking, I’m hard pressed to not find the humour at the moment.”

“My abilities,” Draco said as he struggled with her bra, “are not lacking.”

Pulling the contraption down her shoulders Draco eyed her breasts with trepidation. Glancing up at her, he found her looking at him curiously. He ran his hand over the soft mound carefully before squeezing it gently.

Damn.

No reaction.

Alright Malfoy, it can’t be that hard. Draco brushed his thumbs over the soft nipple and it tightened visibly under his ministrations. He did the same to her other breast and found Ginny to be breathing slightly faster. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, feeling slightly proud as they budded into small peaks.

Draco leant down and gave her breast a light lick and looked up into Ginny’s startled eyes as she jumped.

“Sorry,” she murmured, “just surprised me.”

He bent back down again and enclosed the nipple with his mouth and Ginny gasped as he suckled her a bit roughly. He paused and resumed when she made no complaints. It was actually nice doing this. Her soft flesh fit nicely in his hands and as he ran his tongue over her nipple, Draco was strangely prided as Ginny moaned beneath him. He ran his teeth gently over the bud as he pulled his mouth away from her. Her heartbeat was beating wildly beneath his hands.

“What do you want me to do exactly?” Draco asked.

Ginny shook her head wordlessly and pulled him onto her before pulling his face to hers for a kiss. It was a heated kiss, and a lot softer than a boy’s kiss. She was a lot less aggressive and seemed to enjoy it a lot more than he did. Pulling his hands from the sides of her breasts, Draco cupped her face and deepened the kiss. If it was what she wanted he might as well try enjoying it as well. He ground against her as he drew his lips to her cheek and trailed it down to her ear. Gods that felt good at least. Draco pulled his lips back to hers and let a hand trail down her abdomen before stopping at the juncture of her legs.

He felt Ginny tense with anticipation and couldn’t help smirk against her lips as he massaged her hip gently. He had a bad feeling she’d be a lot less excited about the event once he attempted it. Draco pulled away from her and looked down between them carefully before sliding his hand to her.

Heat emanated from her and as Draco slid a finger down through the hair he was surprised at how wet she was there. His finger stopped at her entrance and Draco probed her slowly. Ginny’s body was getting a little spastic so he assumed he was doing something good. Sliding his finger in, her muscles clenched at him and he began a thrusting motion.

“Slide your thumb down a bit.”

Draco looked up at Ginny in surprise and watched as a blush spread over her face after her request. Moving his thumb down between her folds he massaged her a bit, confused at what she wanted him to do exactly. Suddenly Ginny bucked at his hand and Draco almost pulled away. He moved his thumb again and felt a slight bump. Reddening, he moved his thumb away quickly, not knowing what the hell that was. Sliding a second finger into her, Draco curled them slightly and looked up at Ginny’s face. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was making a soft mewling sound which was actually kind of gratifying.

“I don’t know what the heck I’m doing Weasley.”

Ginny opened her eyes which were darkened as her pupil was widely dilated.

“Ginny.”

She made a small frustrated sound that Draco found he quite liked.

“Ginny,” Draco repeated, the unfamiliar name sliding off his tongue.

Draco pulled his fingers from her and began to wipe his hand on the bedspread before he stopped to inspect it thoughtfully. Tentatively, he licked his finger. Dropping his eyes to Ginny’s, he found her looking at his hand and mouth with a surprised look.

“Girls taste a lot better than guys.”

Ginny made a face. “No discussion of your sex life or your whores Draco.”

“They’re not my whores,” he protested, “they’re willing participants and there is no money involved!”

Draco glanced down between their bodies indecisively as Ginny only gave a small chuckle. Making his decision he tipped his mouth to her breasts again, lavishing them with attention before sliding his mouth down to her navel. Ginny was lying deathly still beneath his mouth though her abdominal muscles jumped wildly against his lips. Draco slipped his hands down to her thighs, tracing the soft skin. Lifting her legs to his shoulders he dipped his head and licked her inner thigh hesitantly.

It can’t be that different to a guy. Draco scowled. It was a lot different to a guy. He suddenly pressed his mouth to her allowing his tongue to slip between her folds. Ginny’s hips bucked up against his mouth and Draco snickered at her lack of control. His tongue moved heatedly over her before pushing into her. Ginny gasped and her hands ran through his hair appreciatively. Quite suddenly, Ginny jerked beneath his ministrations and let out a soft, low moan. Draco backtracked and tried the thing with his tongue again. Whatever that little button was it certainly turned her on, no pun intended of course.

As Draco began to push his finger into her, he wondered when his Quidditch practice was. Ever since Snape had started them on these special potion making classes he’d been too busy to do anything else. Doing that special thing with his tongue again he thought about the way Granger had bested him again today. Stupid Mudblood couldn’t seem to help herself, and what made him even madder was how completely modest she was about the whole thing. Ginny’s hands suddenly clenched tightly on his shoulders and her body shuddered beneath his. Giving her one last lick, Draco looked up at her in surprise.

“Is it over already?”

The redhead’s look of pleasure was suddenly replaced by a glare. “Sorry? Is Mister Five Minutes giving me sauce?”

Draco groaned and crawled up to her, his eyes levelling with her. “I can last longer.”

Ginny laughed and Draco couldn’t help a smile as her face broke into grin. “Alright then supposed Sex God, let’s see what you got.”

“Aren’t you sated yet woman!”

Draco smirked and moved his mouth up to her cheek before making a trail down to the hollow of her neck. Ginny’s fingers were running down his back before they skimmed up his sides making him shiver. With a gasp, Draco pulled away from her neck as Ginny tweaked a nipple, a sly grin on her face.

“Considering it’s going to take some time turning you on…”

Draco reddened and lay next to her putting his hands behind his head. She lay propped up by her elbow looking down at him questioningly.

“It’s just weird,” he said at last.

“Weird how?”

“Being gay isn’t something people just consider normal. I mean I had just come to terms with something really difficult, so it’s rather hard to believe I’m lying in a bed with a girl right at this moment.”

Ginny’s hand smoothed over his chest and Draco closed his eyes, relishing the soft caresses. “You can pretend then if you need to.”

Draco opened his eyes and stared up at her curiously. Her eyes were unreadable as her hand stilled its movement. She smiled a bit and her hand came to rest just on his ribcage. There was a possibility he was bisexual with the variety of fucks he imagined alone at night but in the end that’s all it was, fantasy. Draco had fought his sexuality since his Fifth Year and after finally trying to accept it he didn’t like how doubts were accumulating just because this little girl’s touch made him shiver.

The complications of his sexuality did not change who he slept with. A fuck was a fuck in his mind. The beauty of sex was that it did not have the complications of feelings. It was just raw lust; a need for release. The only person Draco ever felt feelings for was Potter, but he didn’t delude himself as Weasley had with ideas of love. He wanted Potter plain and simple. Well apart from wanting to be Potter’s boyfriend. He’d even gone so far to imagine what it would be like to do the couple thing with him. Draco had felt disgusted with the idea, but nonetheless curious.

Well thinking about that was pretty much useless now.

“Listen Weasley, I’m sorry I’m not who you want me to be but that’s all there is to it. This is who I am and this obviously isn’t what you want…you might as well move on.”

“We’ll just try then,” she said, “and if you need to make me someone else, it’s alright.”

She whispered the last part, but Draco felt himself relax in relief. For some reason he didn’t want her to move on just yet. As her small hands splayed against his lower abdomen, he found he didn’t really need to imagine Harry. She was something else on her own.

Ginny shifted uncomfortably as Snape droned on about their upcoming midterm exams. She’d skived off Herbology when Draco dragged her into his dormitories, and now Colin Creevey was casting her suspicious looks, making her even more nervous. Why couldn’t he just find someone else to use as his emotional punching bag? Ginny worried her lip as Colin turned to give her another knowing look. And he seemed like such a nice bloke when she first met him.

“You may use the rest of this class to practice potions you failed miserably at before, and try to at least meet the minimum standard,” Snape said, his black eyes sweeping around the class. Most of the students shivered, and Snape turned to the board to hide his smirk as he wrote what chapters would be on the exam.

“Miss Weasley, do stop squirming.”

Blushing, Ginny avoided the gaze of the rest of her classmates as she crossed her legs. It wasn’t her fault sitting in the cold dungeon was so uncomfortable. She didn’t realize how much her knickers added warmth to her bum. Her face reddened further as she recalled exactly where she left those knickers.

“Hey Weasley.”

Ginny looked up as Colin stopped in front of her. He fidgeted for a moment before raising his eyes to hers.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you,” he blurted out.

She gave him a bewildered look. “Sorry?”

“I don’t always act like that, I just,” he sighed and glanced to her right nervously.

Ginny turned to meet Luna Lovegood’s vague expression, though it didn’t quite seem like the Ravenclaw was actually looking at her. Frowning, she turned back to Colin, wondering what all of this was about.

“Loony talked to me,” he said, “she said something that actually made sense.”

Colin sat in front of her. “I treated you so badly because of our first year, when I was Petrified. See I just found out three weeks ago that…that it was you. I didn’t know why you were still in school after discovering it was you, and I couldn’t believe that some book controlled you. But Loony…she said I was being like everyone else who judged Harry by what they heard and not what they actually knew.”

Ginny gave a small smile though her shock was carefully hidden. Trust Colin to smarten up when Harry Potter was involved. Her main concern however was how he found out about their First Year.

Colin gave a disgusted look. “And I’m not like those people. So I just wanted to apologise, and maybe you could tell me sometime, what exactly happened?”

“Maybe.”

“Am I forgiven?”

“If you tell me how you heard about this.”

He looked away from her and played with his robes. Ginny took this in worriedly. How many people knew now?

“I haven’t told anyone,” he said, “and…please don’t tell Harry–I heard him speaking with Ron about it.”

His face was red with embarrassment and Ginny couldn’t help grin in relief. She’d done her own share of eavesdropping, what with the trio being so secretive. She patted Colin’s arm and cast Luna a thankful glance.

“It’s fine Colin.”

The boy’s face broke into a relieved grin before blanching as a bony hand clamped down onto his shoulder and Snape’s greasy head leant down to his ear.

“While Miss Weasley is so forgiving, I would like to say Mr. Creevy, do not speak a word of this ever again.”

Snape straightened up and his gaze turned from scarily reproachful to the usual angry glare. “Ten points Miss Weasley and Mr. Creevy! There will be no chitchatting in my class!”

“Hello Potter.”

Harry shivered as Malfoy strolled towards him with his hands in his pockets. Pushing his glasses onto the bridge of his nose he gathered his books quickly. Lately Malfoy was beginning to completely creep him out. Like now he had that leering look and lazy smirk that annoyed him to no end. Shuddering, Harry stood and gave Malfoy an appraising look.

“What do you want Malfoy?”

“I’m not sure Potter. What do you want?”

Harry stared at the Slytherin warily. What kind of screwed up game was this? Was he out for a little make-the-Gryffindors-cry before retiring to bed? Maybe Snape and Draco were having relationship problems and…Harry reddened and banished that thought as quickly as it came. Then again, those two did seem to have an awfully close--

“Scarhead?”

Harry jumped and stared wild-eyed at Malfoy before opening and closing his mouth with as much intelligence as a goldfish. Draco looked on in great interest as the boy struggled to form highly interesting words that vaguely looked like ‘whips’, ‘potions’ and ‘desk’. Indeed these ‘interesting’ words caused Draco to shift uncomfortably as his pants suddenly became constricting.

“I was looking for Weasley’s little sister. Tell her I have something of hers will you,” Draco said before deciding to get the hell out of there quickly, an uncommon flush to his cheeks

Harry stared as Malfoy fled—no—took off as if he had a horny mountain troll on his tail. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Harry forced himself to push all thoughts of Snape and Malfoy’s relationship and horny mountain trolls out of his head. It really wouldn’t do to be thinking of them when meeting Hermione. A serene expression passed over his face before turning puzzled.

What had Malfoy wanted again?

Sated and still basking ten minutes later in the afterglow of a good wank-off, Draco made his way through the darkened halls of the castle cheerfully. Harry and he nearly had a civil conversation, as…interesting…as it was. Draco paused and tickled the pear before entering the kitchens. He stared at Ginny who was yet again situated in those terribly uncomfortable chairs in front of the fire.

She wasn’t upset like last time but she was staring broodingly into the fire. The firelight cast shadows on her face making her look slightly…intimidating.

“Getting smashed again Weasley?”

“Piss off, or better yet, jump into the wide abyss of hell, dance and shag the devil,” she paused, “dammit, you weren’t supposed to enjoy yourself...”

Draco smirked at her as her thoughts wandered off to other ways of making him suffer. He began to make his way towards her until he was ambushed by a horde of dirty, ear flapping house elves. Draco shuddered and stepped away from them. To his horror they closed in again.

“Can we help you?”

“Roast?”

“Tea?”

“Coffee?”

“Chocolate sauce?”

The other house elves stopped their yammering to stare at the offerer of chocolate sauce in disapproval. Said house elf looked terribly confused.

“It’s what he usually asks for.”

Draco winced as a derisive snort came from the fireplace. “I want Smoked Salmon and Pesto Rolls…” Draco watched as the house elves scampered to find his preferred cuisine.

“SAUTEE THE SALMON…WITH BUTTER! AND MAKE IT SNAPPY!” He hollered as an afterthought.

Smirking, he watched as the house elves began to re-make the sandwich, their little tea towels flapping as they scrambled around. Draco strode towards Ginny and sat himself comfortably into an armchair only to stare at her rudely. Ginny ignored him, sipping her tea with a control he admired grudgingly.

“I have something of yours.”

The blush that spread over her cheeks was quite satisfying to Draco as he leant back into his chair. He pulled out the pair of white knickers and waited patiently as the strained silence drew on.

“It has Wednesday written on it. Today’s Friday if I’m quite sure.”

Draco choked down his laughter as he gave her a grave look. “I don’t think it’s healthy to go that long without clean underwear Weasley.”

Ginny glared at him, “Are you done?”

“Well as I’ve stopped talking, I believe I was done some time ago therefore there was no reason for you to ask really.” Draco met her glare smugly.

“You’re such a git,” she muttered.

Draco grinned and got up to sit beside her. “A bloody sexy git though. Too bad I only like an appendage that you unfortunately do not own.”

Ginny turned to him in bewilderment as the confusion increased yet again. One minute he was joking, the next minute he was being a complete oblivious git, or perhaps just an insensitive git. Suddenly, Ginny was aware of how close they were and even more aware of the peculiar look Draco was giving her mouth. To her immense surprise he leant down to brush his lips against hers. Ginny sucked in a breath as he pulled away and she looked up at him hazily. His eyes were unreadable as he frowned.

“What the hell is wrong with me!”

Ginny scowled before sipping her tea again and moving a good five inches away from him. “How would I know, you’ve got an awful lot of problems.”

“It’s your fault,” he grumbled, “I don’t think we should talk to each other anymore.”

“What?”

“You give me a headache.”

Ginny stared at Draco indignantly. “How do I give you a headache!”

“I hate feeling confused. It’s annoying.”

“You’re not the one in love with someone you can’t have.”

“In lust,” he corrected.

“Fine.”

He glanced at Ginny who seemed quite serene, well just blatantly uncaring. It just made it harder for him to admit anything to her. She idly ran her thumb over the rim of her mug making Draco swallow nervously at the innocent action. He looked away and at his hands, feeling suddenly like he’d become a silly schoolgirl with a crush. A slutty schoolgirl.

Like Ginny.

He chuckled before choking on the laugh as Ginny cast a suspicious glance towards him. He watched as she pulled a schoolbook out of her bag on the floor and began to read. A corner of a picture stuck out at an odd angle form the book and being the nosy bugger he was Draco pulled it out. He held it above Ginny’s head as she shouted angrily.

“Give it here Malfoy!”

“Not until I see what it is.” Smirking, Draco opened up the folded piece of paper and his eyes widened as he stared down at a half naked wizard. Clad in only a towel over his waist, the wizard winked saucily at him causing Draco to swallow. Draco’s eyes raised to meet Ginny’s which were steadily trained on the roof.

A smile tugged at her lips. “Harry calls it my ‘man porn’.”

“He’s seen this?” Draco croaked.

“I just have a folder of amusing pictures, that being one of them.”

Draco choked. “Yeah sure. It’s called ‘Ginny’s porn folder – Do Not Enter’.”

“Shut up Malfoy.”

Draco crowed. “I can’t believe you have Playwitch. Bloody Salazar, this is too much.”

“I said shut up Malfoy!”

He sniggered as he handed back her picture which she promptly folded and put into her bag. She pointedly began to read again, lips primly pursed. Draco glanced at the page disinterestedly.

“Why’re you reading up on birth control potions.’

Draco blanched.

“Y-you’re not… You’re not…”

“No.”

He collapsed onto the back of his chair clasping his chest as he stared accusingly at her. “Don’t scare me like that woman!”

“You made your own assumptions.” She glanced at him. “My mum sent it to me.”

“Why?”

“She thinks I’m still with Michael Corner. Note said that while she wouldn’t mind cute mixed babies, she didn’t want them right now.”

A smirk tugged at his lips at that one. Imagine that, Weasleys learning about contraception. “You didn’t tell her you broke up?”

“I just haven’t spoken to her about it.”

He gave her a suspicious look. “You are broken up?”

“Well we meet for a shag now and then.”

An uncomfortable feeling of jealousy gnawed at his stomach. “That’s always good.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’m joking Malfoy. I don’t usually go for casual sex.”

“So what are we doing?”

She sniffed. “I like to believe my side has an emotional connection.”

Draco gave her a wry grin, “I wanted to talk about that.”

“Yeah?”

“I realised I don’t mind you so much anymore.”

“You don’t mind me so much?”

“As in Weasley, I quite enjoy your company,” Draco huffed, “must everything be specific with you?”

“When you say things like that, yes.”

She gave him a look that sent tingles through his body. For Merlin’s sake, they’d just shagged a few hours ago, not to mention he’d wanked off…Draco swallowed as she placed her cup down and moved towards him.

“Don’t tense up like that,” she grumbled, “makes me feel like I’m as attractive as a pile of hippogryff dung.”

“Enough of the hippogryff talk!”

She grinned, “Alright then, how about we just snog.”

Draco nodded, “That sounds okay.”

Completed 12/26/03

6. 06 - Expectations

TABANCA

CHAPTER SIX

EXPECTATIONS

BY: J

CHAPTER SUMMARY –When faced with challenges some remain strong, but some feel forced to forgo love for the expectations of others.

A/N: It’s been one year, five months and some weeks. I don’t blame you for glaring >.<;;

You’ve probably forgotten what’s happened in the story I know I did, heh.

Point out plot holes if you see them. I’m embarrassed to say this fic is as “holy” as…

*lays off religious jokes*

Enjoy.

“I can’t wait for spring,” Ginny muttered as she stared up at the grey sky.

“Why wait for something when you could enjoy what you have right now?”

Ginny turned slightly to give Luna a thoughtful look. The girl was idly twirling blue patterns into the air with her wand as her eyes took in the red and orange autumn landscape. The two girls were sitting outside on a bench by the fountain for their break before Herbology. A smile touched Ginny’s lips and she turned back to the sky.

“I’d like to think I’m looking forward to the future.”

“Mobblybook believes the future is something undefined, therefore a waste to bother thinking about.”

Ginny laughed, “Mobblybook?”

“Yes,” said Luna sleepily, “A new writer for the Quibbler.”

Grinning, Ginny’s gaze wandered to where Draco and some other blokes were sitting, scribbling at their parchment. His eyes rose to meet hers and for once she didn’t blush and look away. His features were expressionless though he kept her gaze. He looked away as one of the boys leant over to talk to him and Ginny’s hackles couldn’t help rise when a hand brushed over Draco’s knee.

She looked away and resumed taking in the sky. It was funny how she only began to notice which wizards in Hogwarts were gay after discovering about Draco. Out of the corner of her eye she observed Draco write something on the boy’s parchment. How Crabbe and Goyle were oblivious to the exchange was beyond her. As she glanced at the two oafs she couldn’t help quickly retract her last thought. Both boys were studiously picking at their noses with identical daft expressions. Making a face, Ginny let her eyes rest on Draco again. She swallowed when the boy beside him rose and discreetly ran his hand over Draco’s hip.

Deciding that she was making this a lot harder for herself, Ginny nudged Luna. “Let’s get to Herbology.”

“You were jealous off your skinny arse,” a voice said into her ear.

She forced herself not to react to his proximity and shrugged, her hand turning the page as she continued to write down notes. She was only slightly placated when she noticed that Draco could barely keep his hands off of her. They ran down her sides to rest by her skinny, jealous arse.

She didn’t mention that she saw them kissing in an alcove later, or that she couldn’t help stare in shock as Draco welcomed the act. The same hands that touched her now had grasped the other boy’s arse to pull him close. She didn’t say that the look he had when the other boy pulled away from the kiss was the same she felt whenever he’d thoroughly snogged her himself.

“He’s just an old friend, and fuck.”

Ginny nodded and stared ahead tautly when his fingers touched just below her eyes. Draco was silent as she took a breath and dipped her quill into the ink well. She wasn’t so much upset than disappointed. A deep disappointment that resonated whenever Draco touched her and she couldn’t help respond. An arousal that disgusted her yet was welcomed wholeheartedly.

“It was just a few touches Weasley.”

“You don’t get it do you,” she said, ignoring his lie.

“Explain it then.”

“No matter who you’re with while you’re with me, I’ll still let you climb into my bed.”

“What about the broom closet, astronomy tower, Quidditch locker rooms?”

“You don’t get it do you,” she repeated as her quill made quick strokes against the paper. “I’d stay with you as long as it takes just as long as when I do, you saw only me.”

“Hard to miss the red hair and freckles,” he murmured.

“How many other blokes have you shagged while with me?” She demanded.

His hands pulled away. “We’re not together.”

Ginny nodded shortly, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at the page.

“None Ginny.”

That night he seemed to be completely hers. She almost believed there was more to the experiment than he led her to believe. His mouth roved over her body hungrily, leaving marks in the pale skin that Ginny’s hands ran over later at night thoughtfully. She gripped his shoulders as he panted softly into her ear, lost in the feeling of being pushed over the edge.

When she awoke, he was still there, sprawled on his stomach and covered by her worn quilt. Ginny sat up and stared down at the slightly darkened blonde hair that fell over closed eyes. Changed from the pointy nosed boy he was before and yet exactly the same. Her eyes couldn’t help run over the marks on his neck as if trying to discern which marks were hers.

She lay back down and pressed her body lengthwise against his, her face pressed into the back of his neck as her hand ran over his chest. Draco’s hand covered her own and Ginny inhaled sharply. He’d been awake the entire time.

“You saw us didn’t you, in the alcove.”

“Yes.”

They fell silent and Ginny gently pulled her hand away from him. “Did you shag him?”

“No.”

“Do you want to?” Merlin, where were the questions coming from. Ginny pulled away from Draco’s warmth and rested her head against the pillow properly. For some reason she felt oddly fine about the whole thing. Perhaps she was finally coming to terms with the fact that Draco would never be fully hers.

“Would you care if I did?”

“You can’t answer my question with a question!” She griped.

She felt him snigger.

“Fine. Maybe I do, why do you want to know?”

“You’re not chained to me, but I’d want to know if I was just being used.”

“Merlin, quit thinking about it like that.” Draco rolled over and glared. “I actually admitted I had feelings for you and now I’m using you?”

“What I mean to say is that I’m human and I would like to believe I can find someone who’d be interested in just me!” She retorted.

“Okay. Let me get this straight. We’re not in a relationship yet you want things from me that constitute a relationship. That’s asking a bit much.”

“I’m just considering my options.”

Draco groaned. “Why do girls always have to make things complicated? Can’t you just appreciate what you have—did you just snort?”

“So I’ve got a bloke who wants another bloke. Watch me as I lavish my life with appreciation,” Ginny said sarcastically.

“Gods, I think this is why I turned gay in the first place.”

Ginny played with the frayed end of her quilt nervously. They’d just shared a great moment, something she’d been waiting for and she’d just gone and wrecked it. Nevertheless she couldn’t help her insecurities about Draco, especially when she didn’t really know where they stood.

“Do you want to lay off for a while?”

“No,” she turned and was surprised to see his cool, grey eyes staring back at her. “Do you?

Her heart plummeted when his eyes flickered away from hers. Ginny braced herself for rejection the only way she knew how.

Denial and indifference.

“I don’t really care. If you want to, I’ll understand,” she gave a wry grin, “especially since you’re not exactly straight.”

“So you want to as well?”

As his eyes searched hers Ginny’s heart sank. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s what I want.”

Draco nodded and pulled her towards him so her head rested beneath his cheek. Ginny flushed at how intimate the contact was. It was especially pronounced as her leg brushed against his groin. His hands traced the swell of her breasts and he leant his mouth to her ear.

“I wouldn’t say I’m completely gay anymore,” his lips brushed over her ear, “I’m with you aren’t I.”

After the morning classes, Ginny pushed into the common room with a yawn. It was empty except for Lavender and Parvati who were working at one of the tables. Ginny sighed and moved for the stairs; she’d hoped to have it to herself. Grabbing her Potions book and notes she resigned herself to studying during their lunch break. Rolling her neck with a groan, she made her way back downstairs.

“Do you suppose blokes at school do it?”

Ginny rolled her eyes as she stretched out on the common room couch and pulled her Potions book onto her stomach. It was funny how some people don’t really change even after seven years. She spared Lavender and Parvati a glance before deciding another eye roll was in order as she spied a Playwizard in their hands.

“Do you Lav?” Parvati and Lavender dissolved into giggles.

“I did once, used a shearing charm.”

“Really?” Paravti’s horrified tone caused Ginny to look up, even though she’d been eavesdropping in the first place.

“I did,” Lavender said smugly, “Dean said he liked it much better that way.”

“Does Dean do it?”

Lavender laughed. “No, he thinks it’s unmanly to have less hair down there.”

Ginny turned slightly green and turned back to her Herbology book. Really, who had conversations about pubic hair for Merlin’s sake?

“I bet Malfoy does. Bet he keeps it trim and platinum–ever the vain, smarmy git, in bed and out.”

As the girls laughed Ginny couldn’t help grin.

It really wasn’t too far from the truth.

The girls quietened as Colin pushed through the portrait door. Glancing around, he brightened as his eyes fell on Ginny. She stifled a small groan as he strode over. He pulled her book away and put it on the desk with an air of finality.

“Come down for lunch, I’m starved and everyone’s still in class.”

“You’ve only got to wait ten mins!”

“Aw, come on Ginny. Please?”

She gave his attempt at a puppy dog face an unaffected look. “Fine, but do remember this later on when I need something from you.”

Colin whooped and pulled her towards the portrait before she could change her mind. “You can hold me to it.”

As they walked down the hall Colin chattered on about their classes that morning. She listened with vague amusement as he recounted events she’d witnessed herself just an hour earlier. Colin really had a short attention span the way he moved from topic to topic.

“You left History of Magic pretty early today,” he commented off-handedly as they walked towards the Gryffindor table.

“Binns dozed off. How a ghost could doze off is beyond me, but I didn’t mind taking advantage of it.”

Colin tutted at her, “You’ve been awful occupied lately.”

“Hm,” she said noncommittally.

“Two months till Christmas!” He suddenly said as he plopped onto the bench.

Ginny stifled the urge to laugh at his abrupt change of subject. “Are you going home?”

“Heck no. To be smothered by muggle relatives who will forever view our family as odd?” Colin piled his plate with fried chicken and mashed potatoes. “I heard Ron and Harry might be going back to the Burrow, but I didn’t hear anything about you going.”

Ginny grinned. “I didn’t give Christmas much thought, seeing that Halloween’s in two days.”

“Understandable,” Colin shrugged.

She lifted her goblet to her lips and tried to calm her nerves. Two months until she’d forget about Draco Malfoy. She’d forgotten her so called deadline. Ginny chanced a glance towards the Slytherin table. He was there and she flushed in embarrassment when he sent her a slow smirk as he noticed her stare. Well, at least he was happy with his new bed-warmer, she thought sourly. Scowling, she couldn’t help but feel not at all happy for him. Draco raised an eyebrow at her dark look to which Ginny shook her head lightly at before looking away. She’d given him her blessing after all.

“Ginny?”

“Yes?” She looked up the hand that rested on her shoulder comfortably, slightly miffed at the contact. Her glare fell when her eyes met Michael Corner’s face.

“Are we still on for our project today?”

Her startled look lent a smile to Michael’s face as he sat next to her. “Forgot didn’t you.”

Ginny gave him a sheepish grin. “Midterm exams have been a bit of a distraction.”

His grimace made her chuckle and as he grinned at her Ginny wondered again what exactly happened to the two of them. He really wasn’t a bad bloke.

“We could meet at four at the library to do the initial research.” Her shrewd look made him laugh and he patted her shoulder in what was supposed to be a placating way. “I promise I’ll help. Still, where I lack in reading skills I make up for in my green thumb.”

Ginny glanced towards the Slytherin table again as Crabbe and Goyle watched Draco discreetly cast a hex towards a hapless Hufflepuff. The boy yelped as his pants fell to the floor. Ginny rolled her eyes as Draco enjoyed the full view of a boxered arse.

“I’ll be there at four. I might be a bit late though.”

“Great!” Michael stood and gave her shoulder a squeeze. “I’ll bring any extra materials so don’t worry about it. Plus Neville gave me a couple books he thought would help.”

Ginny nodded and scooped up her bag as they spoke. “I spoke to him as well, he mentioned you’d asked.”

Michael nodded at her bag. “Got class last period?”

“Nope,” she grinned at his scowl. “Have a spare. I dropped Arithmancy,”

“Where’re you headed then?”

She groaned. “Library, I’ve been there in past three weeks. I feel imminent failure coming on in all of my exams.”

“Gin, the first time you fail is the day I play Quidditch.”

Ginny laughed at that. As athletic as he might look, Michael was terrible on a broom. He did go jogging at some ungodly hour of the morning every day though. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed him pull something out of his pocket. Ginny watched curiously as he rolled it between his fingers idly. Noticing her stare he gave her a sheepish look.

“Mind if I smoke?”

Ginny stared at him aghast. “You mean outside? In the cold. Have fun by yourself mate.”

Michael laughed and tugged her along. “Come on, I’ll be quick. I have Divination next and for me to survive that class I need at least two hits.”

Laughing, Ginny allowed herself to be pulled to an offside hall. “I can imagine the things you say stoned.

“‘Oh Professor Trelawney, there’s no way I’ll be dating again, it’s only Mary Jane and me from now on’.”

Ginny received a light cuff to the shoulder for that as Michael laughed. He smiled down at her. “Cute, smartarse.”

“I’m still peeved that she tried to predict your future girlfriends while I was dating you.”

“That’s because she heard you mocking her with your brother. Serves you right I’d say.”

“Disturbing how she knew we were dating.”

“Oh Ginny, my little non-believer, she a seer.”

Ginny rolled her eyes as they stepped out of the Astronomy Tower. Michael lit up and sucked in, his eyes closing. They watched the smoke circle their heads for a moment before Michael spoke again.

“You know, we don’t spend time together at all anymore.”

“I don’t know any exes who actually do, so treasure this moment.”

“Yeah, I really don’t know why you do. I treated you pretty badly didn’t I?”

Ginny shrugged and stuffed her hands in her pockets. “Can’t ignore your Herbology partner forever.”

“Still.”

“It’s been two years Michael, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

He nodded and licked his fingers before pinching the end of his joint quickly and outing it. He slipped it into his pocket and stood, holding a hand out for her.

“Two hits done?”

“Yep, I feel sufficiently light headed and relaxed. Thank you Miss Weasley.”

Ginny shook her head in amusement as they made their way out of the Tower. As they walked down the hall Michael gave her a grin and clasped her hand with his. As much as they were at ease talking, Ginny couldn’t help swallow nervously at the new development. Where was all this attention coming from? Michael’s face fell at her puzzled look and he let go of her hand.

“You don’t care about me at all do you?”

“As a friend yes but--"

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, his eyes darting away from hers.

“I thought you liked that other girl,” she said.

Michael sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought I did, and I even dated her. But all I could think about was you.”

Ginny gaped. “So basically I just wasn’t physically attractive enough for you at the time.”

“Gin…” They halted outside the library in an uncomfortable atmosphere.

“It happens all the time. Blokes always go after something better when it comes along. They’re all fickle. Think they’re gay, then they’re not. They just needed another bloke to come along and poof, you don’t matter anymore,” Ginny ranted bitterly.

Michael gave her an alarmed look mixed with horror. “Are you trying to say I’m gay?!”

“No!” Ginny clamped a hand over her mouth for a moment. “No Michael.”

He gave her a disbelieving look. “I’m not you know. I’m straight, straight as a board. And I love women, they’re beautiful. That’s why I can’t understand gay people. Personally I find it sort of disgusting. It’s not even natural. You know the in and out rule? It’s not supposed to go in there.”

“Yet the prostate gland, only accessible through the arse, instigates pleasure,” Ginny said bluntly.

Michael made a face and ran a hand over his face. “Ginny, sodomy is disgusting and religion says it’s wrong.”

“Whatever Michael, if I snogged some girl right now you’d begging for a free show,” Ginny replied sharply.

He made a choking noise. “Merlin, when did you become so knowledgeable on homosexuals?”

“It should be common knowledge and bloody accepted already. The wizarding world is so backward,” she said scowling. Ginny glanced back at him curiously. “You’re religious?”

“Yeah. I’m Muslim. My parents are from Somalia.”

Ginny stared. “I just realized how little we know about each other.”

Michael gave her a thoughtful look. “Same here.”

They stood in awkward silence for a moment before Ginny gave him a quick hug. “Sorry about the rant, but to me homophobia is on the same level as racism.”

“I disagree—” He faltered at her glare. “Okay, maybe later we can debate about it. I do have class in fifteen minutes, unlike some people.”

“I’m uncompromising on my position but we can talk about it yeah,” she said with a small smile.

“Ha, I know that much about you, Miss I’m always right.”

“When I’m wrong you can argue. See you later mate.”

Michael laughed and shook his head as he walked away. Ginny watched him go for a moment before she turned to go into the library. Her hand paused on the door as Draco walked towards her from around the corner. She sighed, the hall was now empty except for Draco and herself…so much for getting some studying done.

“When did you become so knowledgeable on homosexuals?”

Ginny flushed and pushed through the library door. Unfortunately, he followed her in. “I’ve always been.”

“We don’t need you to fight our battles.”

“If I choose to express my support, it’s a free world and I can.”

“We’re not bleeding invalids Ginny.”

“I don’t see you proclaiming your homosexuality. Besides, would you rather I agree with Michael?” She glanced at him and flushed again at his surprised look. “Obviously I’d respond otherwise.”

Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. She froze as he leant his face near her head and…sniffed her. He pulled back and gave her a calculating look as his grip loosened on her arm.

“Why do you smell like weed?”

Ginny flushed and pulled her arm away from him. “Michael just smoked—alone.”

Draco smirked. “Right.”

“I don’t smoke!”

He patted her arm consolingly. “I don’t mind, some time we should have a joint together.”

Ginny gave him a dark look and stepped back. “You’re infuriating.”

He shrugged, “To each their own. Me? Burble’s Bongs are a god send.” He blinked as she began walking away. “Where’re you going! Haven’t you got class like the rest of the miserable sods?”

“No, last period spare. Cheers.” She smiled and left the miffed Slytherin behind her. To her annoyance he continued walking with her towards her usual studying spot. Ginny stopped and glared at him.

“Go to class!” She hissed.

“Haven’t got class.” His mouth pulled into satisfied grin. “And I’m all yours.”

Her glare intensified. “You seem extraordinarily happy.”

A wide smirk spread across his face. “Because I got to see you.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Wonderful. False flattery.”

“Are you studying?”

“Yes,” she snapped, “and you’re going to be an enormous pain in my arse if you stay.”

Draco choked.

Realising her words she gave him an icy look. “You’ve got a mind of a twelve year old.”

“Oh come on, that was pretty funny. Had you been a guy it would have been even funnier.”

Ginny sighed as she dumped her bag on the table and sat in the cushy armchair which was, for once, vacant. At once Draco slid into the armchair beside her. His arm casually rested behind her head. He smelt like sandalwood today. Ginny tried to stamp down the damned butterflies that arose in her stomach. How many bloody types of cologne did one bloke own? Glancing around furtively she inwardly sighed as she realise how conveniently deserted this part of the library was. Resigning herself, she struggled to find a comfortable position as his body tried to cram in with hers.

“The chair’s only so big ferret!”

He shrugged, “I’m comfortable. Did you want to meet up later by the way?”

“I can’t today. I’ve got to work on a Herbology assignment with my partner.”

Draco gave her a sceptical look but didn’t question it.

“Who are you working with?”

“Michael Corner,” Ginny paused at the way his face shuttered. “Plus I don’t really feel all that comfortable shagging anyway when you’ve been—" She waved her hands vaguely.

“Fudgepacking?” Draco supplied. He rolled his eyes when Ginny made a face. “Does it really matter?”

“I suppose not, but I’m all booked up with Michael so I apologise that I can’t warm your bed,” she said smartly, struggling to get out of the chair.

“Point made,” Draco said sullenly as his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back onto his lap. “So you’re shagging him now?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she paused when he planted his lips to the junction of her shoulder, nipping the exposed skin. “I still have to meet him at four Draco.”

He sighed not noticing how she shivered when his breath caressed her neck. “Do you shag him in your room?”

Ginny tensed, what did it matter?

A smirk curved her lips as she understood. “Wherever really. This morning it was rough and hard against the—"

Draco’s hands tightened on her waist and she laughed.

“Why are you jealous?” She asked.

“I didn’t know you were with him.”

Ginny squirmed in his lap only to turn and meet his leer at the suggestive movement of her bottom. She rolled her eyes and smacked him upside his head. “I can’t today, and I’m not shagging him.”

His arms loosened around her and Ginny turned so her legs hung off the arm and she leaned against his arm. She gave him an accusing look. “So I’m supposed to sit back while you have your fun with some bloke. A break is two sided Draco.”

“I haven’t shagged him yet. I was just wondering how quickly you took advantage of our ‘break’.”

Ginny grasped his collar and pulled him towards her until they were nose to nose. “Look Draco, I never wanted this. You wanted this. If I say I love you it’s because—surprise—I love you. So if you loved someone Draco, would you be bent on having sex with the next bloke that passed your fancy?”

His eyes flickered over her face and Ginny suddenly felt uncomfortable with their position. She felt it even more pronounced when his hands came to rest on her hips. Letting go of his collar quickly, she wasn’t really all that surprised to find her own collar in his grasp.

“I never stopped having sex when I loved Harry.”

His mouth descended onto hers as he tugged her forward and she was startled by how rough he was being. His lips roved over hers, attention spent on her bottom lip equally paid to her top lip as he suckled and kissed her. His hands rose to grasp her face as he leant forward to deepen the kiss. As his tongue swiped at hers gently through their parted lips and Ginny tried to pull him closer but he continued the soft touches of his tongue stubbornly while he used his teeth, and lips to nip at her own. Finally the attack lessened and he panted softly against her lips as his hands ran up and down her sides.

“Do you have to work on the project?”

Ginny couldn’t help her grin at the slight whine in his tone before moving away. “I’d rather not to have to think about you with someone else while we’re together.”

She moved her legs over his to the floor and rose, his hands sliding off of her. With her back turned she touched her lips, her heart beating in her rapidly as her head pounded. Gods, no one’s ever snogged her like that. He either took her criticism to heart or just saved the best for when he wanted something from her.

“What if I don’t shag him?”

A smile curved her lips, well that was unexpected. She felt his hand run up from her knee to her hip before moving to her front. Ginny grabbed his hand and turned to look at him. Merlin he looked smashing. Sprawled on the chair with one leg over the arm, he looked up at her with a smirk as if he knew he won. She looked down at their laced fingers, his thumb running over her skin.

“Six o’clock.”

Draco scowled and let go of her hand and Ginny had to struggle not to laugh at his bratty attitude. He crossed his arms and gave her a look that plainly said he wasn’t pleased. Despite the spoilt exterior she couldn’t help drink in his body.

“Make sure you shower after being with him,” he said sourly. “I don’t want to have to smell another bloke on you.”

“Right. No cologne, no bite marks, no lack of underwear,” she glared at his pleased grin. “Should I come with my virginity intact as well sir?”

Draco waved away her sarcasm. “‘Course not, I know you’re a slut.” He laughed as her arm swung to slap him and he blocked the blow. “You’re much too corrupted to be innocent.”

Her breath caught in her throat even as she told herself he was talking about something entirely different. His eyes met hers steadily and Ginny realized she must have looked more shook up than she thought. She ignored him easily and began pulling her texts out of her bag.

“One thing I hate most Weasley, “ he paused, “apart from half giants, scarred Gryffindors, mudbloods and hippogryffs—”

“—is not knowing something kept secret,” he finished.

“When we’re actually on a first name basis maybe we’ll discuss it,” she said shortly.

“It was a slip. So how about now Ginny.”

“Another time. I need to study,” she gave him a serious look. “Study, Malfoy. As in opening a book, sitting down and reading.”

When he laughed it sent chills down her back, making her involuntarily shiver at the low sound. Draco stood and paused scant inches from her. He stared down at her before bowing his head. Ginny felt warm breath ghost over her cheeks.

A hand moved to her hip pulling her close as the other tilted her head. Teeth grazed her neck as a hot mouth moved from jaw to neck. Ginny gasped as hands roughly scooped her up and set her on the table.

“Draco—“ Her voice was lost in a moan as a hand rubbed against her through her skirt. She gasped into his mouth as it opened over hers, hot breath warming her lips. Draco’s mouth wetly slid across to her ear, biting as his hand continued its torturous movement.

“Gods…you bastard,” she gasped, “we’re in the library.”

“No one around,” he murmured, his tongue lapping carelessly at her neck.

As if to shut her up his mouth returned to hers. Swallowing her angry curse his tongue pushed into her mouth. Ginny shivered at the insistence of his kiss. Her hips slid against the table as he pulled her to the edge. Just as abruptly he ground his erection between her thighs. The friction warmed her belly in a small spread of arousal. Shakily she pulled from his mouth and stared up at him. He slowly rocked against her as their eyes met: slate grey on brown.

His hands slipped beneath her shirt, chilling her as her skin warmed them. Draco moved his palms up her sides, marvelling at the difference of texture a girl had to a boy. Used to hard muscle and dips and planes, he massaged the softer flesh of the girl before him. He shuddered as his cock rubbed against the cloth of his pants and into the heat he could feel emanating from Ginny.

It was easy to slide his palm up her thigh and beneath that skirt. Too easy to press his fingers against damp knickers and stroke gasps and choked moans from her. Draco buried his face into red hair as his thumb pushed beneath elastic to probe between slick folds. Ginny was clutching at his shoulders and pushing her hips up as if in offer.

“Not enough,” she moaned.

Draco pushed her to lay flat against the table. He allowed his eyes to rove over her flushed skin and swollen lips. Stepping between her legs he pushed wool cloth to reveal smooth pale thighs. He pulled her knickers down and off each leg before tossing them to her and making her flush in embarrassment. One hand pressed against her stomach, his other was pushing two fingers into her. Ginny squirmed and she pressed her arm against her eyes as his thumb fumbled across slick flesh. Finding that spot, he rubbed slowly and watched mesmerised as her breath hitched and her fist clenched. Her stomach flared with each breath.

He found if he curled his fingers just so, her breath would become choked. And if he did it while circling her clit, her whole body would tremble. It was a quick thrust of his fingers and a particularly vigorous rub of his thumb did she arch off the table. Mouth open as his name came in a ragged breath, she was incredible.

Hard and frustrated, Draco pulled his fingers from her as Ginny’s body shuddered the rest of her release. He lifted her from her position and tugged her towards him. Ginny panted into his neck, her mouth moving over his skin.

“Wait,” she pushed at his chest, “wait a moment.”

He stared at her in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

He winced as his voice cracked and Ginny smiled at his reaction. She slid off the table only to stumble against him as her knees buckled. The smug smirk that pulled across his lips earned him a glare but she relented. She switched their positions and Draco sat on the table at her insistence. With his legs braced against the floor he watched as she unbuckled his belt easily. Unzipped and released from its encasing, his cock stood out in relief from his trousers.

She chuckled softly as she stroked him. “You know, I heard it wasn’t entirely normal for boys to be so trim.”

Draco gave her a bewildered look. She thumbed the short coarse hair purposefully, making a slight blush tinge his cheeks.

“Maybe it’s a gay thing,” Draco said defensively.

Ginny smirked and continued moving her palm over his hot flesh. The red-faced Slytherin sent her a dangerous glare.

“Would you rather I was more—” He waved his hands in a way that Ginny could only guess meant to imply ‘abundant’. “—down there!”

“I never said it was a bad thing,” she snickered under her breath which in turn made Draco go redder.

“Well stop laughing about it! And…” Draco shook his head, “Gods, we have to stop this conversation before it gets worse.”

Laughing, Ginny quickly fisted his cock at the base, pulling a choked moan from Draco. She looked up at him with a cheeky smile and was amused to see him looking down at her with darkly. Precum leaked from the head and she leant down to suck the swollen cock into her mouth. Draco’s hand slid into her hair, urging her to move.

In retaliation she grazed her teeth lightly against the top of him. He was caught between pain and pleasure and she wasn’t surprised to feel his hand loosen. Tonguing the slit of the head earned her a hiss as she pumped him leisurely. She hollowed her cheeks and pulled up to the tip slowly.

“So this is where you’ve been.”

Ginny and Draco looked up at the same time though their reactions were quite different. Draco jerked away from her and stood quickly, fixing himself while Ginny couldn’t help lean against the table in shock and embarrassment.

“Blaise,” he murmured.

She took in the other boy critically as he gazed at her steadily. Apart from his dark good looks, Ginny didn’t think he had much compared to her. She inwardly groaned. That was just pathetic…

“She’s a Weasley,” he said plainly.

Ginny glared at him and glanced at Draco who didn’t seem to react, further fuelling her anger.

“Bloody right a Weasley,” she gave him a dirty look, “better than a pompous prick.”

He smirked at her and cast a glance towards Draco, his gaze sliding down his figure. “I do love how the poorest person in the wizarding world could still scrounge up pride when they can’t for money.”

“That’s enough Blaise,” Draco interjected as Ginny’s face turned red with anger.

“So why exactly are you consorting with peasants, and a girl at that?” He glanced at Ginny again, his gaze travelling down her body, making her feel insignificant. “I doubt she offers more in bed than I can.”

Draco groaned, “Blaise, what do you want?”

“Look here you inbred arse, you don’t even know me, and seeing that Draco isn’t entirely ga—”

“I was just helping her with Herbology,” Draco interrupted

“Isn’t gay?” Blaise cast a glance towards Draco who was scowling at the floor. “Has she turned you into a heterosexual then?” He gave Ginny a withering glare. “How grand it must be to be straight again.”

The amusement in his tone was laced with venomous sarcasm and Ginny immediately felt contrite for saying such a thing for Draco. What did she know of how someone gay felt and thought? A quick glance at Draco made her chest tighten in some unknown emotion.

Draco stared at her expressionlessly. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” He turned to Blaise and shrugged in an offhand manner. “I thought it’d be interesting to explore sex. After all, what’s the meaning of a good fuck if not just for casual sex?”

Ginny inhaled sharply and looked away from Blaise’s piercing stare to meet Draco’s. He didn’t return her gaze. She could feel the resentment rising in her at the avoidance. Meaningless was she? Ginny straightened up and cast Blaise a hard smile.

“You heard him, casual sex. Why bother with love when it dissolves easily in reality,” Ginny swallowed and balled her hands into fists as she smiled plastically at Blaise. “I did waste a good year on a bloke didn’t I? Quite the foolish tart.”

Ginny began packing her things steadily; ignoring Draco’s soft murmur of her name, as if in apology. As she lifted her bag to her shoulder she looked up at him and sent him a disgusted look.

“You can help me later with Herbology Malfoy.”

Completed 05/17/05

Tabanca

1. 01 - Butterbeer and Malfoy

2. 02 - The Offer

3. 03 - Playing With Fire

4. 04 - Intercepted

5. 05 - Experimenting

6. 06 - Expectations

7. Author's Note